Taking it off for the Coyote

Taking it off for the Coyote is a follow-up to Grinding for the Coyote. The strip club is still a feature but the ladies move away from the club as dealing with the hyenas become an urgent concern.

Here is a snippet. This is from the second chapter when Sydney is on an information gathering mission and Cambrie is well, she's at the club to have some fun.

“You made me miss my shot,” Sydney grumbled and gripped the cue to keep from putting her hands on the little dancer’s compact body.

She often watched her at the club and craved her. However, she’d refused to ask her for a private dance. After all, emotional interest could become a distraction she could ill-afford. The girls counted on her to be fast, and focused in case a patron got out of line.

“I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing,” Cambrie murmured in a teasing tone and cast a glance in the direction the wolf had gone.

“What kind of thing is that?” Sydney reached for her own long neck bottle to take a pull of the cold brew.

Cambrie’s lips twitched and she moved to take up the abandoned cue. “Men.”

Sydney held Cambrie’s gaze. The other woman acted like she could read her mind and considered her a foregone conclusion.

She was, and Sydney knew she was fighting a losing battle. They were going to end up in bed or against a wall or something. It was only a matter of time and place.